Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the roses’re dying
’Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide

But come you back when summer is in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
’Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

But if you come, as all the flowers are dying
And you are dead, as dead you will may be
I’ll come and find the place where you are lying
And kneel and kneel and say and say an „Ave”
An „Ave” there for me